I, Goldfinger

At this time, the Nine Tribulations Sword Lord Chu Yuzhe also opened the field for help: “Sword Spirit, you have lived for so many years and gone to so many worlds, is there a poem about wine to save the field?” ”

Lin Beifan came out: “Of course there is, what do you want to do?” ”

“Of course, suppress the whole audience and take down the Drunken Immortal Brew!” Chu Yuza smiled.

After receiving the assistance of the sword spirit, Chu Yuza raised his hand unhurriedly: “I have a poem, please enjoy it!” ”

Everyone was taken aback, as soon as Xiao Han went down, Chu Yuza raised his hand, both of them were peerless Tianjiao.

Could it be that in addition to his cultivation, peerless Tianjiao is also so powerful in poetry composition?

“It’s actually Chu Yuza, please say your poem out loud and let us taste it together!” Wang Treasurer laughed loudly.

“It’s nature!” Chu Yuza stood up, holding the Nine Tribulations Sword while singing and dancing.

Fluttering, very free, like a fairy in wine.

“The world is out of my generation, and once I enter the rivers and lakes, the years are urged!”

“Huangtu hegemony is talking and laughing, living up to the drunkenness of life!”

Everyone was shocked!

I couldn’t imagine that the Chu Royal Throne, who often spoke foul words, and the Chu Royal Throne, which seemed to be acting recklessly, actually said such a proud poem!

Every poem mobilizes people’s hearts, allowing people to see the spirit of the young man, the helplessness of people in middle age and the cruelty of the rivers and lakes, the calmness of looking back on half of their lives after old age, and the final relief.

Just a few poems, tell the end of Tianjiao’s life!

The voice of the Dionysian old-timer sounded again: “Good! Well said! Huangtu hegemony, it’s better to get drunk! Be rewarded! ”

So, Chu Yuza got a glass of wine.

“Thank you old-timers!”

Chu Yuza retreated and drank it all.

Just at the beginning, two good poems came out in a row, which put great pressure on everyone present.

It turned out that some disciples already had poetry in their hearts, but after listening to the poems of the two Tianjiao, they suddenly felt that their poetry was not incomprehensible, and they couldn’t take it.

At this time, Lin Beifan raised his hand leisurely: “I have a word!” ”

“Lin Tianjiao, please!” Wang Treasurer said solemnly.

So, Lin Beifan read out Li Bai’s wine.

“You don’t see the waters of the Yellow River coming up in the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.”

“You don’t see Gao Tang Mingjing’s sad white hair, and the morning is like green silk twilight into snow.”

“Life must be proud, do not make the golden bottle empty against the moon.”

“Born I will be useful, and the gold will come back.”

“To cook sheep and slaughter cattle for pleasure, you will need to drink three hundred cups.”

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Exuberant and impassioned!

Up and down five thousand years, if you want to talk about poetry about drinking, Li Bai’s will definitely rank wine in the top three!

Because he is not only a poet, but also a lover of wine!

No one knows poetry better than him, and no one knows wine better than he does!

When poetry and wine are combined, it is this beautiful chapter “Will Enter Wine”!

They seemed to see a sword immortal dressed in white, holding a sword in one hand and wine in the other, dancing under the moon, so lonely and proud, so proud and unrestrained, and with an ethereal temperament!

The voice of the Dionysian old-timers came, with trembling in his voice: “Good poetry! Good word! Reward! Be rewarded! ”

So, Lin Beifan also got a glass of wine.

“Junior Brother, I can’t imagine that in addition to your strong cultivation, you are even so powerful in composing poetry, which is difficult to hope for, Senior Brother admires!” Master Brother Hua Yuluo said with admiration.

“Senior brother, you wrote this poem so well!” Little Junior Sister’s purple-clothed eyes were shining and full of adoration.

“What’s so good?” Lin Beifan gave her a head touch.

“It’s just very good, great!” Ziyi smiled, especially cute.

The atmosphere at the scene was more solemn.

In a short period of time, three peerless poems were actually produced in a row, and all of them were written by peerless Tianjiao, which made everyone’s hearts despair. It’s just that your cultivation is so strong, why are you so strong in poetry?

Can you give others a way to live?

One of them is a peerless Tianjiao, the surface is as pale as a daisy, and his heart is panicked like a dog!

This person is talking about the female emperor Wuzhao.

In the poetry competition, things that should have been stable were not expected to pop up several opponents one after another, and the poems made were so awesome. With her level of appreciation, these three poems are basically locked in the top three, and it is difficult to come up with better poems.

If these three poems really represent their talents, then the next performance will not be bad.

What now? Is it just a compromise and throwing in the towel?

“System elf, you give me out!” Wu Zhao also opened the off-site for help.

“Host, what’s going on?” Lin Beifan came out.

“That’s the one… Can you provide me with some good poems? Wu Zhao blushed.

Before he also thundered to refuse the help of the system elves, saying that his talent was enough to suppress the whole scene, but he accidentally overturned, begging for people’s heads, and the embarrassment in his heart!

Ashamed, afraid to see people!

“Of course, but I don’t have a better poem about wine, let’s work hard next time!”

Wu Zhao nodded, and now it had to be so.

The half-incense time passed quickly, and no one made any more poems as high as the previous three poems, so the 123 were arranged among the three people of Lin Beifan, Xiao Han, and Chu Yuzao.

Lin Beifan’s poetry is proud, wanton and ethereal, and perfectly combined with wine, so it was rated as No. 1.

Chu Yuza’s poem tells the life of Tianjiao, which is very appropriate and ranks second.

Xiao Han’s is naturally ranked 3rd.

The three of them were rewarded with Drunken Immortal Brew.

“Now, please ask the champion of the first round, Lang Lin Beifan, to come up with the question of the second question!” Wang Treasurer said loudly.

When it was his turn to come up with the question, Lin Beifan was happy in his heart, which was equivalent to letting him open the hanging.

“Since it’s my turn to come up with a problem, then I’ll come up with a simple one!” Lin Beifan pretended to be silent, and suddenly opened up: “Why don’t we just take the bright moon in the sky as the topic?” ”

“Bright moon?”

It does sound simple, but it’s not simple within simple.

Because the poems about the bright moon have already been written badly, they are all routines, and it is very difficult to write new ideas.

It is necessary not only to have new ideas, but also to have a level, otherwise it will not be able to convince the public.

This topic is like wine, if it is well written, it is very good, and if it is badly written, it is very bad.

But this topic is very friendly to Lin Beifan, because he has too many poems about Mingyue, and one or two capitals are heirloom level, and it is not easy to beat a group of martial artists?

This field, he packed!